Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Belarus and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Ralphi Rosario to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Japan. All the underground hits.
All The Gories tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rapeman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stiv Bators record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Technova,
Alison Limerick,
Donny Hathaway,
Aaron Thompson,
Y Pants,
Supertramp,
Rotary Connection,
Jeru the Damaja,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Residents,
Gil Scott Heron,
Lindisfarne,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Lower 48,
Scrapy,
World's Most,
Niagra,
Sparks,
Tres Demented,
Liliput,
These Immortal Souls,
The Evens,
Yusef Lateef,
ABC,
Average White Band,
Main Source,
Von Mondo,
The Monks,
Bobby Sherman,
Anakelly,
The Pretty Things,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Parry Music,
KRS-One,
Al Stewart,
John Cale,
Cecil Taylor,
June of 44,
Dennis Brown,
Japan,
Howard Jones,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Funky Four + One,
Deadbeat,
Moby Grape,
The Move,
Ice-T,
Livin' Joy,
Matthew Bourne,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Maleditus Sound,
Yellowson,
Panda Bear,
Alice Coltrane,
Gabor Szabo,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Tropical Tobacco,
Infiniti,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Byron Stingily, Byron Stingily, Byron Stingily, Byron Stingily.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.